Chapter 938: What is the relationship between the Plague Lord and the Plague Girl?
Silence.
There was silence.
Deathly silence.
As early as the golden wings floated in the air and made a sound, several visitors from the Eagle Kingdom had already turned around and bowed down. Halfway through, they froze at the same time:
The female snake's enchanting figure was lying on the ground like a snake, with her head half raised, her neck standing there as if it had been petrified. With that arc, Grete felt that she needed to have a cervical spine adjustment at any time;
The two Golden Eagle warriors knelt down on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and bowed their heads deeply. On the left, the younger Traka shook his body and quickly supported the ground with his left hand;
On the right, the older one was relatively stable at first. When he heard "Lord of the Plague", he turned his head sharply, then quickly turned back to face the Golden Wing, and his spine made a clicking sound...
Not to mention that the chief of the Kestrel tribe has bulging eyes, as wide as two small light bulbs;
The great shaman of the Black Panther tribe had a rattling sound in his throat, but he couldn't even utter a single word;
The great chief of the Buffalo Tribe slowly opened his mouth, his lips opening and closing unconsciously, like a big fish out of water. Gretel guessed that he was either muttering "Thunder God's Young Son" or "Plague Lord"
…
The eyes of various small and medium-sized tribes, chiefs and great witch priests fell to the ground.
After a long time of silence, Priestess Titlan finally took a deep breath and lifted her petrified state. She turned around, restrained her charm for the first time, and bowed her head solemnly to Gretel. She put her hands on the ground, elegantly
Lean over:
"I was offended. I didn't expect that you are actually a son of God..."
Hello!
do not do that!
I am really not the son of Thor!
How on earth did you translate, from the Holy See of Radiance to the Kingdom of Eagles and then to the long-distance transmission of spells, with three passers-by and four passers-by, translating "the youngest disciple of the Lord of Thunder" into "the youngest son of the God of Thunder"!
If a translation of this level is sent to a publishing house, it will be sent back for revision. If the translation is not completed, it will not be reviewed!
"The youngest son of the God of Thunder...the youngest son of the God of Thunder...hahahahahahaha..."
In the spiritual connection, Cerela couldn't stop laughing.
Grete really doubted that if it hadn't been transmitted through the spiritual connection, she would have been able to laugh until she was out of breath on the spot... It's not necessarily true that the dragon's lung capacity is still very large, and she might be able to laugh for ten minutes without stopping.
of.
A quick glance back showed that Bernard's face was stiff and the corners of his mouth were twitching;
Mr. Valensimo looked confused, and his whole person exuded the aura of "Who am I? Where am I? What did I hear?";
The indigenous boy Laton stared at him with admiration, and stars could appear in his pupils...
Although...this translation...can't be said to be completely unreasonable...
Grete thought for a while, maybe the natives couldn't understand what "Lord of Thunder, Legendary Mage" meant, so it was directly translated as God of Thunder, and then the young apprentice became the youngest son?
Well, as a legendary mage who has transcended mortals and can kill the demigods of the New World... or gods, it is not wrong to be called the God of Thunder. But for the youngest son of the God of Thunder, this is too much!
I carry nothing of divinity with me!
As he was complaining crazily in his heart, Grete could only nod stiffly, making unintelligible "um" and "oh" sounds. Then, he quickly brought the topic back to its original position:
"So, can we continue to discuss cooperation plans?"
"Okay, Lord Son of God." The priestess saluted meekly. She knelt down on the ground upright, bowed her head, raised her head, straightened her waist, and sat upright. The whole spine rippled like a snake, and it looked particularly pleasing to the eye. It was truly worthy of the praise.
The title of "female snake".
Gretel just wanted to cover her face:
Let this topic go by the way. Please! Stop calling me Son of God! If this title is spread back to the Kingdom of Kent, it will kill the community!
"Wait a minute." Next to the priestess, the young golden eagle warrior Traka suddenly interrupted:
"How do you prove that you are indeed the youngest son of the God of Thunder?"
"Tlakka! This is the oracle!"
The priestess scolded in surprise. Traka bowed her head and apologized, but her tone was firm:
"I'm sorry. Of course I don't dare to question the oracle. But what we sent back was to ask about the identity of 'Gret Nordmark'. But how do you prove that you are Gret Nordmark?"
Do you want to prove that I am myself? This is simpler than proving "my mother is my mother", especially when you have an ID card... Grete wanted to touch the mage badge with his backhand, and he touched it with his hand, and he was stunned on the spot:
The prerequisite for the Mage Badge to be effective is to swipe two Mage Badges against each other, and the information entered in the badges will appear; or to swipe them on a specific machine in the Mage Tower, and the information will appear. Now, who will touch a single Mage Badge?
"As you said, you have come from afar. Those who know you here and know your original identity are all your followers." The Golden Eagle Warrior bowed slightly, with a solemn tone and a sincere expression:
"This cooperation is so important that we have to be extremely cautious. Sorry, apart from the narrative of you and your entourage, is there any way to prove that you are indeed the youngest son of the God of Thunder?"
I...I can't prove it. I'm not the teacher's son, just his young apprentice. There really is no such thing as divinity in me... Gretel quickly turned his thoughts, and suddenly an idea flashed, he raised his hand and touched it casually.
:
A ray of lightning came out of his hand and turned into a palm-sized white cat, which landed silently in his palm. At first glance, the cat was silver-white, but upon closer inspection, every hair was like a small lightning bolt.
The ground jumps and stirs.
Grete stretched out his hand to scratch its chin, and the cat closed its eyes, raised its head and enjoyed it for a moment, rolling comfortably in his arms.
There was silence in the huge temple. The chiefs and warriors were a little better. The priests, who were more sensitive to energy and mysterious power, stared at the silver kitten, each one's hair standing on end, and subconsciously held their breath.
Gretel lowered his head and petted the cat. Once, twice, until Serira looked a little impatient and snatched the silver cat away. Then he raised his head and asked with a smile:
"Excuse me, does this count as proof?"
"certainly!"
The priestess nodded quickly. Are you kidding me? That cat looks petite and light, but its body contains endless violent and destructive power. If those silver-white thunders are released here, every one in the temple will be destroyed.
All must die!
Who can restrain the power of thunder to this extent, and even give it wisdom, if not the God of Thunder?!
She reluctantly stared at the kitten again. Cerela seemed to be aware of it and raised her head to glare at her. The priestess quickly averted her gaze, not daring to provoke the girl who ate the golden light as a snack, and said with a smile:
"Dear Son of God, please forgive our ignorance..."
No... Grete's eyesight went dark, and behind him, "chichi" and "chichi" laughter resounded again.
This wave is really going to kill the society. I hope this joke will not spread back to China. I hope Mr. Barensimo can keep it secret...
It's a pity that he can't go back and warn his companions now. Not to mention the warning, before he finished complaining, the priestess gave him another heavy blow:
"May I ask, as the Lord of Plague, what is your relationship with the Plague Girl?"
"puff……"
Behind him, Cerela laughed uncontrollably. Grete's chest felt tight, and stars appeared in front of his eyes.
Lord of the Plague... Lord of the Plague... Lord of the Plague is just a joke! A joke! Don't put me and the Plague Girl together!
That kind of thin girl in black, the flies are the hem of the skirt, the mosquitoes are the streamers, the miasma is the makeup, the aboriginal fear of disease is condensed, and the one who controls part of the power of the plague is a totem god or some other demigod...
…
Don't use it to make fun of me!
"I have nothing to do with the Plague Girl." He replied solemnly:
"I was born and raised in the Kingdom of Kent, and became a magician. I came to the New World for the first time in my life. I just arrived here three days ago. I have never set foot in the area ruled by the Plague Girl. What do you think I have to do with her? What do you think?
!”
Following his question, the silver kitten jumped up from Cerela's lap, jumped up, and landed on Gretel's shoulder. It raised its paws, waved forward, and let out a small "meow".
Electric light flashed in his eyes and at the tips of his claws. A faint odor instantly floated in the hall.
"Lord Son of God, please don't be angry!"
The priestess knelt down again in panic. She stretched her hands forward, pressed her forehead to the ground, and spoke softly:
"We don't mean to offend... We just want to know if you have some power over the plague, and whether you can take these powers away from the plague girl..."
Grete sighed. He raised his hand slightly, wanting to rub his forehead, but finally put it down:
"[Lord of Plagues] is a joking term, which means that I have gone one step further in researching plagues than others. In fact, the main direction of my research is why plagues occur, how to interrupt the infection, and these
Disease prevention and treatment.”
He thought for a while, then touched the space bag, and took out a stack of journals from it. He opened them one by one, put them on the floating saucer, and pushed them towards the priestess:
"Mainly these papers. Because I had done such research, an elder jokingly said it once, and it was spread around, and it became this nickname."
The priestess raised her head, her eyes full of confusion. As for the two golden eagle warriors next to her, as well as several high priests further away, they even subconsciously leaned back to avoid the floating saucer.
At the same time, he was afraid, but at the same time he was eager to try. Gretel had already seen several people put their palms down and raise them up, raising and putting them down, trying to grab a book or tear open a page:
"Is this your reward? By sticking it on the plague maiden or burning it in front of her, can you take away her power?"
Gretel quickly recalled the floating saucer. With a wave of his hand, all the journals were stuffed back into the space bag and would never be released!
"This is just a paper! A paper! It's the research results I wrote! We really need to stop the spread of the plague by relying on these things."
He pointed to the cowpox vaccine beside the priestess:
"To mass-produce, I can't do it alone, I need many assistants!"
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